secret to completing them so quickly.” Mya smiled innocently when Milo glared at her.
“Certainly. These are just stock images I’ve compiled from what we have in our database but a similar layout of LaVin clothes could showcase how versatile the line really is.”
“How would you set us apart from all the other clothing lines out there?” Andre leaned forward and avidly scanned the design. He was obviously impressed.
Once everyone else was focused on the boards, Mya caught Milo’s eye. Before she could lose her nerve she reached up and pinched her nipple. Her eyes closed on the sharp sensation, her lips open in a silent cry. Milo’s mouth fell open and he dropped his notes, the little white index cards scattering all over the floor. He didn’t even stoop to retrieve them, just stood staring uncertainly. Finally he gulped and shuffled another storyboard on the conference table in front of his now obvious erection.
“Mr. Hamilton, are you all right?” Andre peered at him closely and frowned. “You were just about to tell us your marketing plan to distinguish the line from its competitors.”
Milo shook his head quickly and whipped around to face his boards again. He had to clear his throat several times before he could continue. “I won’t just create an advertisement for clothes. I plan to help you brand a lifestyle. I live the LaVin life myself.”
Andre laughed and clapped his hands loudly. “I can see that, Mr. Hamilton. You seem to be a man of discerning taste, especially in ties.” The rest of the room burst out laughing when Milo lifted his LaVin tie and swung it around comically. Only Mya could tell his laugh was strained, his tight smile almost a grimace.
Oh wow, he wasn’t just saying those things. He really wants me . As the applause died down Milo turned to look at her and she could see the meaning behind his narrowed eyes perfectly. She would pay for her actions later. Her pussy tightened at the thought, wondering what he would do to get back at her.
Milo turned back to face the room as he gathered his materials. “The major thing I would do to distinguish you is develop a memorable logo. A distinctive mark that will represent both you and the company. Based on the attention the line has gotten recently, it won’t be difficult to develop your brand identity.”
Andre nodded and extended his hand to Milo. After another round of applause settled down, James looked pointedly at Mya. He was still mad about this morning but he’d forgive her if she nailed this. She had to come up with a plan in the next ten seconds that could top Milo and his “everyman” campaign. The only thing she knew about men was that “everyman” seemed to want sex.
Andre turned to Mya and rested his hands on top of the table. “Well, my dear. I’m ready for you to impress me.”
Mya laughed weakly and dragged herself to the front of the room. She had no notes and no illustrations. She had nothing for inspiration other than the clothes on the racks.
The clothes! When she’d worked on the Peek-a-Boo account, she’d gotten most of her ideas when she looked at the lingerie and imagined herself wearing it for Milo.
Mya stalked over to the rack and flipped through the clothes quickly until she came to a white dress shirt with a crisply starched collar and cuffs. Milo had worn a similar shirt last week. How many times had she imagined tearing it off him? What would it be like to have the right to see his body whenever she wanted, to wake up on a Saturday morning after making love to him and pull on one of his shirts to wear around the house? She turned back to the table where all the men watched her closely, Andre in particular. She swung the shirt over her shoulder casually and stalked back to the front of the room, aware their eyes followed her every step.
“Well, it’s true Mr. Hamilton is a LaVin man and I’m not sure how to compete with that. I think it’s obvious I’m not any kind of man.” She smiled at
“Certainly. These are just stock images I’ve compiled from what we have in our database but a similar layout of LaVin clothes could showcase how versatile the line really is.”
“How would you set us apart from all the other clothing lines out there?” Andre leaned forward and avidly scanned the design. He was obviously impressed.
Once everyone else was focused on the boards, Mya caught Milo’s eye. Before she could lose her nerve she reached up and pinched her nipple. Her eyes closed on the sharp sensation, her lips open in a silent cry. Milo’s mouth fell open and he dropped his notes, the little white index cards scattering all over the floor. He didn’t even stoop to retrieve them, just stood staring uncertainly. Finally he gulped and shuffled another storyboard on the conference table in front of his now obvious erection.
“Mr. Hamilton, are you all right?” Andre peered at him closely and frowned. “You were just about to tell us your marketing plan to distinguish the line from its competitors.”
Milo shook his head quickly and whipped around to face his boards again. He had to clear his throat several times before he could continue. “I won’t just create an advertisement for clothes. I plan to help you brand a lifestyle. I live the LaVin life myself.”
Andre laughed and clapped his hands loudly. “I can see that, Mr. Hamilton. You seem to be a man of discerning taste, especially in ties.” The rest of the room burst out laughing when Milo lifted his LaVin tie and swung it around comically. Only Mya could tell his laugh was strained, his tight smile almost a grimace.
Oh wow, he wasn’t just saying those things. He really wants me . As the applause died down Milo turned to look at her and she could see the meaning behind his narrowed eyes perfectly. She would pay for her actions later. Her pussy tightened at the thought, wondering what he would do to get back at her.
Milo turned back to face the room as he gathered his materials. “The major thing I would do to distinguish you is develop a memorable logo. A distinctive mark that will represent both you and the company. Based on the attention the line has gotten recently, it won’t be difficult to develop your brand identity.”
Andre nodded and extended his hand to Milo. After another round of applause settled down, James looked pointedly at Mya. He was still mad about this morning but he’d forgive her if she nailed this. She had to come up with a plan in the next ten seconds that could top Milo and his “everyman” campaign. The only thing she knew about men was that “everyman” seemed to want sex.
Andre turned to Mya and rested his hands on top of the table. “Well, my dear. I’m ready for you to impress me.”
Mya laughed weakly and dragged herself to the front of the room. She had no notes and no illustrations. She had nothing for inspiration other than the clothes on the racks.
The clothes! When she’d worked on the Peek-a-Boo account, she’d gotten most of her ideas when she looked at the lingerie and imagined herself wearing it for Milo.
Mya stalked over to the rack and flipped through the clothes quickly until she came to a white dress shirt with a crisply starched collar and cuffs. Milo had worn a similar shirt last week. How many times had she imagined tearing it off him? What would it be like to have the right to see his body whenever she wanted, to wake up on a Saturday morning after making love to him and pull on one of his shirts to wear around the house? She turned back to the table where all the men watched her closely, Andre in particular. She swung the shirt over her shoulder casually and stalked back to the front of the room, aware their eyes followed her every step.
“Well, it’s true Mr. Hamilton is a LaVin man and I’m not sure how to compete with that. I think it’s obvious I’m not any kind of man.” She smiled at
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